Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.